...and then it hits you, and you realize that neither you, nor your thoughts are as crazy as you previously believed them to be.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
"Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways..."
...and yet, I continue to restrain myself. And apparently, my ability to harness and control my flow of emotions means that I don't give a shit. I always assume it's for the greater good... What's more strange, the lonely loner that shows emotion in controlled spurts or the world traveller that oozes it like maple syrup?